No explanations

ByKymberlee

“First of all, I want to make one thing quite clear;
I never explain anything.“ -Mary Poppins

May we all release our need to explain ourselves and to request explanations from others. May we ALLOW life and love to flow freely.

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on this side of the mirror

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